Became the God of pervert after transmigration

Warning!!! novel full of mature content. * * * If you ask me what I wish for, my reply will be, "I want to do what I failed to do in my past life." At first, I thought being a gentle guy would make me one of the best men on earth and help me escape any trouble, but alas, it brought me suffering, endless regret, and death. You know what? Before I died, I was admired by many women; some even tried to climb into my bed, but I was a gentleman and rejected them all. Who would have thought that the gentleman I was would attract trouble the day I gentlemanly helped a woman? Alright, it's my mistake. I should have known that the woman wasn't actually a woman but a lady—one of those I had once rejected. I helped her and got into trouble. She framed me, and the matter escalated to a point where it couldn't be solved. The woman—no, the lady—was a very popular figure known for her beauty. She lied against me, saying I raped her. I was a gentleman with no power, no cultivation, but I was handsome. I was chased by her admirers when the news spread. They chased me day and night until we reached the outside of the forbidden cave. This cave… no one knows what is inside, as no one has ever gone in there and come back alive. When I realized I was outside the cave, I was scared beyond explanation. The gentleman in me didn’t want to die. "Calm down, brothers! I sincerely didn't touch that lady, I swear in the name of the gods!" "Go to hell!" A magical light erupted from one man’s sword and forced him into the cave. Help!!!!! Seriously, I didn't know that my death would come because of a woman. This gentlemanly version of myself has been my downfall. I regret not enjoying my life; I regret not accepting the women who threw themselves at me. I regret not cultivating. If I ever get the chance to live again, I will take the award of a pervert, I swear! the world will know me as the PERVERT GOD!